You have seen a lot of messed up stuff, but the current sight in front you leaves you in complete bewilderment.

Izumi Sena— you don’t know much about him, only that he’s your friend Arashi’s idolmate and a fucking pain. You have seen him and talked to him, and all those times weren’t really pleasant. All he did was nag you about your posture, unhealthy snack choices and habits.

Yet— here he was. Leaned up against the wall, lost in thought as he took long drags of his cigarette. You wanted to burst out laughing seeing the seemingly perfect idol model doing the unhealthiest thing you can think of, contradicting his usual obsession with healthiness.

You simply approached him, not even trying to conceal your presence.